My muse is calling

Waiting for me to wake up from winter and venture

Into the great mystery

She has flowers in her hair

And freedom written all over her

She reminds me the kingdom is close at hand

Every plant and animal a reflection of her power

Offering a healing hand to our world

In hopes to restore the living well within

Messengers disguise themselves as snakes

In the moonlight they slither through this  jungle

They keep their secrets to themselves